• SHE DIDN'T PLACE THE ORDER BUT THE HEARTS SHIPPED HER TO HIM THROUGH THEIR JOURNEY OF THE DELIVERY GUY •

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“He's Here!”

Her hijab flew behind her as she pace over the closed room door as from her huge walk-in closet she dashed with more than average speed, her handheld her loose hijab as the smile was nowhere near leaving her lips.

The glint in her eyes sparks like the brightest star in the darkest night, the footsteps against the floor with clap sounds made it evident that her steps are taking to the point of life she actually never wished for yet was grateful.

It felt surreal and ever so slow, just how it appears in movies.

Until.

The little toe of her right foot accidentally made contact with the edge coffee table in her room, the thunder jolt bottled up making her gruntingly drop herself on her sofa by there as she clutched her little toe and closed her eyes suppressing her annoying pain.

The piece of furniture wasn't only the thing which hit her as a sense called Deja Vu played its card, to make it sure she looked sideways not to find her brother laughing but her sister-in-law concentratedly occupied in her eye make-up.

“Zawal, Are you okay? Do you want me to check up on the door?”

“Zaira Bhabhi, This hurt more than a heartbre–”

As on cue, there was another knock on the door distracting the stingy pain in Zawal's little toe while Zaira confusingly and concerned stared back and forth between Zawal and the door through the mirror as she spoke—

“It must be your outfit.”

“It Has To Be! Because It's My Freaking Wedding Today! Aand! I STILL DON'T HAVE MY OUTFIT PLUS THE NIKKAH IS EXACTLY IN A HOUR–”

“Does my eyeliner looks finer and perfect or Do I need it to wing it more?

"Told you not apply a thick lay-" The knock again interrupted Zawal's sentence, who finally looked at the door with heart eyes as if her only 'Love' was on the other side of the door.

Zaira resumed with her eyeliner, leaving Zawal to meet the moment she was waiting for. She held the door handle after unlocking it, taking a deep breath to compose her excitement and giddy self.

Zawal grinned widely to herself when she thought how long she waited for this.

The door flew open, which made him glance up from the phone held in his left hand and a package in his other.

Her widened amber glinted green eyes met as well his smokey grey, which was squinted due to his widest full-blown grin.

She yet again lost herself in his charms, her beauty of his face was nowhere near to the reflection of the beauty of his thumping heart.

The memories of their first meeting danced against their mind while fate was twirling before their eyes with hearts swaying for each other.

“A $Heart, Ma'am.”

“What! I already did the payment.”

“❛I'll be going to charge you extra if you gawk me like that on my wedding day.❜

❛Only if you want to get a hit on your head with my brand new wedding heels.❜

A deep chuckle left his vocals with happiness blooming around as she softly chortled following him.

His deep chuckle escaped his lips as she manage to subdue her chuckle behind the smirking face in amusement and surprise, before he could vocalise his words another voice jumped in.

"Zamar... What are doing here!?" Zamar along with Zawal looked over his shoulder to see.

His best friend was standing by their side, narrow-eyed while his expression was waiting as a smash of fake stern washed over.

"Umm.. Zaviyaar, I-uh-"

Zaviyaar crossed his hands while leaning against the door almost covering his sister and did an eyebrow jump with his intimidating aura alluring.

“Eh—Ah–Wo–”

“Eh, Uh, Aye, Ah, Wo, Wu, kuch nahi, kar kya raha tha?”
(Eh, Uh, Aye, Ah, Wo, Wu, Nothing, just tell me what were you doing here?)

Zamar sheepishly ruffled his smooth hair as he tried escaping the protective brother whereas Zawal stifle her laughter on his wordless tongue with Zaviyaar's keen eyes on him.

“Delivery deene ke liye aaya tha bass.. Jaa hi raha tha, Pluto.” (Was just here for the Delivery... I was about to leave, Pluto.)

“Delivered?”

“Yup....Kuch waqt baad toh yeh deliver karegi. In Sha Allah.” (She'll be the one who'll be delivering in future. In Sha Allah) Zamar mumbled the last part to himself as a small smile crept up his lips.

“Alright, You may go then. Mars.”

“Jaa hi rahi hu, Pluto.”
(I'm just leaving, Pluto.)

“Phir jaa na.”
(Then Go.)

“Jaraha hu.”
(I'm going.)

“Jaata kyu nai, Jaa na.”
(Why aren't you leaving then Go already.)

“I'm..Byee then?”

“Yeah, Yeah Byee, Go now.”

“Allah Hafiz?”

“Allah Hafiz.”

“Allah Haaaaafiz, Rose.” Zamar peered over Zaviyaar's build up shoulder and waved at Zawal bidding his goodbye while she pursued her lips together controlling her laugh though waved back.

“Haan kardia usne bhi Allah Hafiz nikal abb.” (Okay, now she abided too. Now Go.)

“Abey Besabr Insaan, rukh na jaraha hu.” (Oh Impatient person, Have patience, I'm leaving already)

“Aacha? Besabr mai hu ya tu? Rukh jaa thodi der, teri hi hone wali hai kuch ganto me.” (Really? I'm impatient or you're? Wait for a while, she'll be completely yours in few hours.)

“Oh! How much my ears were yearning to hear this. Haaye Allah, Sukhar hai Tera!”
(Oh Allah! I'm thankful to you.)

Zamar dreamily sighed as his hand flew to his chest while he dramatically fluttered his eyes gazing upwards. Zaviyaar's hoax poker face with blank eyes stared at his best friend, who'll be tieing his knot within a while. With none other than his beloved sister.

“Tu Jaraha Ya Nahi?” (Are you leaving already, or not?)

“I'm leaving, I'm leaving. It's just–Heeh.”

“It's Just, Wh–” Before Zaviyaar complete his statement and his mind could reside his Zamar's words, who quickly came forward.

Pressed his lips against Zawal's forehead and inhaled her enthrallingly intoxic fragrance as he gave chance to to feel the warmth.

He pulled back to face Zaviyaar's hard expression and before the brother reacts with a hit or punch, Zamar grinned placing his hand on his shoulder and winked before sprinting away yelling—

“Ek Haram Move, Halal Hone Se Phele Toh Bantaaa Haaaiii Yaar!”
(One Haram Move Before Turning Halal is must, Brooo.)

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“Haye, Mere Yaar Ki Shaadi Hai!”
(Haye, It's My Lad's Wedding!)

Zaryaab grinned as he stood behind his Best friend, who satisfiedly smiled through the mirror as the blessed feeling danced by his mesmerizing pupils, which travelled his own appearance of grace in breathtaking aura around his whistling white thobe, just how he wanted.

He looked stunning and attractively spotless.

He took a deep breath clucking his cufflinks as a series of thoughts ran across his mind and created a havoc to his heart with little jitters and excitement of finally having a moment where she'll be his, forever.

The fate had it right when Zawal previously stated that 'Maybe his girl is somewhere in England.' as irony laughed with her being just a floor above.

Who knew her accidentally filling wrong address would made him, The Delivery Guy?
Whoknew that along dropping the deliveries, he'll drop his heart out too?

Who knew there will be a day where instead of delivering, he'll take her along instead?
Who knew the one he addressed as Red Velvet, Black Forest, Rose will be lawfully addressed today as his spouse.

Zamar contently gave himself confidence staring his charming reflection, constantly reminding himself of his further duties and his good future with her, reminding himself of being a man of her dreams and completing the promises coming. Reminding himself no matter what happens, with patience he'll be by her side, forever.

His nerves were obviously nervous as hell, tingling his thoughts, tangled in emotions of excitement, nervousness, giddiness and what not.

“Don't think about it much that you start getting dangerous second thoughts.” Zaryaab stated noticing his lad drowning in overthinking, being the best man he is, he took over the groom's watch from the cabinet and clasped against Zamar's left wrist followed by moral support by dabbing his shoulder.

“Take it easy, Bro. You will and always keep her happy and blessed. Have faith, we believe in you. Whatever complications comes, make a way out together or dodge it together and I can't help you more than this cause I'm out of words of motivating you, because to be honest, marriage is literally a life risking knot you ever tie, the harder you stretch the longer it strangles you to death and the easy you let go you lose hope in world so either ways you're dying.”

"Saturn, you're scaring me because you point makes a lot of sense. Should I back out? I don't want to hurt her.” Zamar doubted with his smokey grey eyes widen in horror as the deeper Zaryaab's words made sense.

“Mars, I meant there's something positive too but the pros and cons of marriage commitment isn't all fun and love–”

“—Ya'Allah! Maine tumare is nalayak dost ko moral support ke liye bheja tha aur Yeh tumhe gumrah karaha hai, woh bhi Yeh mauqe par. Taubah hai! Dost toh ache banaye hote, Begairat!” Barged Zamar's mom as usual stressed and blaming her son, who made a 'I'm already so done' face.

(—Oh God! I sended this idiotic friend of yours to help you with moral support and here he is completely misleading you and that too at this moment! You would have at least made good friends, Stupid.)

“Iss mauqe per moral support kya kaam ayega, warnings hi ayegi.” (Moral support is of no use at this point, its just warnings.) Zaryaab mumbled under his breath audible enough for Zamar, who looked at him distressed, hopeless and doubtful with confidence.

“Yaar Ammi, aaj toh na daante! Dulha hu mai! Nikkah hai aaj mera!” (Mom!  Dont critize me today, at least! I'm the Groom! It's my wedding today!)

“Haye mera beta, itna bada hogaya! Kaha gaya mera Zamarie joh school me teacher ke baal keecha karta tha! Aur ghar akar apne gande kapdo se ghar barbaad kiya karta—”

(Aweh, My Son has grown so much! Where's my little Zamarie, who would pull teacher's hair and later comes back home and destroyed the entire house with his dirty clothes–)

“Ugh! Stop being so typical Mom.”

“You've asked for it Son.” Saying this, his Mom, Zaina gave a last look to her ivroy saree outfit and fixing her hijab proudly as she smirked at her son, who gave her a poker face internally smiling warmly at his playfull Mom.

“Momma Z, dekhle bete ko, badalne wala hai kuch der me.” (Momma Z, watch out for your son. He'll be changed after a while.) Zaryaab said crossing his arms over his chest as he also looked astonishing in his gracious black thobe perfectly fitting by his shoulders.

“Oh Zaryaab, not everyone is you, Kid.” Zamar visibling stifled the laugh as he high five-ed his Mom, who just roasted his best friend, who in addition was too stunned to speak and stepped back surrendering.

On the cue, there came a knock on the room door and peeked Zarnish slowly coming inside along with one year old Zaryan holding his mom's finger as he took his baby steps.

Its been almost a year, he confessed his love for her and she glady returned with mutual feelings, the deliveries didn't stop nor did the heart's from developing more emotions and synonyms of what addressed as, Love.

“Ahaan, C'mon. Do you have something for me too? Mhmm?” Zaryaab spoke sarcastically confusing his spouse, who had no idea what happened in the room nonetheless–

“Eh?..... Oh Yeah! Zaryan's diapers dump is full. You gotta take that out to trash.”

Zaryaab exasperated threw his hands in the air and crouched down to his miniature, who was ruffling the stuff his tiny hands reached. The older Fatih made the younger Fatih look straight into each other eyes as the father figure questioned. “Is That All What You Got To Do, Huh?”

“He's a Baby, Zaryaab.”

“Yeah, this adorable monster got nothing but to fill out the diapers and Sleep. Lazyass.” Zaryaab said narrowing his eyes at his son's blank orbs, he picked up the little monster aka Zaryan in his arms and waved his exit out.

“Ready?” Zaarnish smiled at the brother she made in her childhood, the brother she never had. He nervously nodded while she assured him with a smile through her arm around his Mom's shoulder, who just gave her son a loving forehead kiss.

“Chalo le ayien, Mere Brother Ki Dulhan.”
(Let's Get My Brother's Bride.)

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“Zawal.... Are sure you're fine?”

“Completely.”

“If you say so.” Zaira said faking a smile at Zawal and changing her expressions as she turned towards her spouse, her concerned eyes indicated a message for Zaviyaar as he helplessly shook his head as he deeply sighed.

“Sunset! Stop It! You don't want your wedding dress to be suffocate you!”

“BRAVE! ONE LAST, PLEASEEEEE.” Zawal pleaded her brother, who pulled away all the baskets of chocolates before her, the wrappers lying around her as she sat on the couch well dressed preciously in her wedding gown.

“Nervousness me Insaan khana bhul jata hai aur tu ek hai, khati chali jati hai. Woh bhi chocolates aur dark chocolates. Moti.”

(People usually aren't able to eat in nervousness and here you're one of the kind, stuffing yourself. Moreover, with chocolates and dark chocolates. Fatso.)

“Ugh! Not my fault if I like starve on chocolates when I'm nervous!”

“But, it'll be your fault if you don't wipe or wash your hands right now. Before you stain your dress with it.” Zaira logically warned Zawal, who carelessly had melted chocolates on her fingertips threatening to drip over her fascinating gown.

Zawal alarmedly stood up as she quickly wiped her slight shaky hands followed by Zaviyaar calming making her take a seat as he made her head rest on his chest.

“I understand your nervousness but Zawal, it's not like you don't know what type of a guy Zamar is. You know him. We know him, very well. Well enough to be a perfect match for you. And if the nervousness isn't about Mars and is about your farewell from us, you're just going a floor below—”

“That's what, Brave! The last time I stayed in that house was because of M-Mom and Dad's accident...Being honest.. It kind of... Terrifies me.”

“It won't now. It'll be your partner this time. Your mate and new memories. Happy memories which you guys create and if it still worries, you brother and your sissy in law lives just a floor above.” Saying this Zaira also took a seat beside Zawal taking her hand in hers and held in a assuring grip making the siblings warmly smile at her.

“Imma miss your guys.”

“Again. We live a floor above....but we'll miss your presence too, Precious.. You siblings have your moment, I'll be just take a last look with the decors. Adios Kiddios.” Zaira bid her goodbye closing the room door behind her as she stuck out a peace sign leaving the duo.

“Brave. I missing them the most this time.”

“I do too, Zawal.. But we have their prayers with us. We have each other by our sides and by the grace of Allah, we've our spouse too now. When Allah takes away something precious, he gives something more precious.” Zawal hugged her brother closers as he secured his grip and bravely smiled to himself remembering their parents.

“Dad use to be so excited about my wedding!”

“I know right? He always had this 'Lets get Wali married as soon as she turns eighteen' and Mom always use to oppose that!”

“Yeah and Mum instead says 'Let's get Zavi married as soon as he take over the company!', they had the most adorable arguments.” Zawal stated as the siblings relived the moments in their minds as few spot of tears pooled at the corner of their eyes as they gulped away the absence of their parents.

The siblings sat in serene silence acknowledged about their thoughts as memories of precious past played in their mind as well the heart bloomed more.

“I'll miss you, Sunset. Most likely the frequent door bells ringing with your orders.”

“Ah, Brav—”

Zawal was interrupted by a knock on the door as siblings gave a confuse glance at each other assuming who could be here as everyone was busy within themselves and Zaira doesn't need to knock.

“Let me please.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot you're obsessed with opening door, proceed.” Zaviyaar said slightly shaking his head while his sister sheepishly grinned at him and cautiously to the dress rose from her seat and took a deep breath unlocking the door which reavealed Mr. Zayed Alyan warming smiling at her.

“Aaha, this time It's isn't The Delivery Guy, Zawal Iyad.”

His presence caught Zawal by surprise as she politely smiled back internally whining over her tint of natural blush and let Zamar's father come in once she meekly greeted with salam, he patted on top of her head stepping in which made Zaviyaar stand out of respect.

“I'm here to ask if, my daughter is ready or not? It almost Nikkah time.”

Zawal froze in her place alarmed as the thought of officially getting married to the guy she love made her stomach churn with twist, tangles and tinglings with nervousness and every synonym to that.

She damped her dry shade of pinkish nude matte lips in nervousness as she felt the wedding jitter in her bones, her muscles went numb. Zawal couldn't just digest the fact its almost consent time.

The moment where his name will be officially attached to her. The moment their hearts were praying for. The moment she will be officially his in matter of few precious words. The moment where he will be officially hers, forever.

Zawal bit her inner cheek nonchalantly, and held a longing glance with her beloved brother, he blinked in assurance and adoration, his blink hid the pool of tears formed at his bottom eye line.

“We taught our son everything right, I can guarantee that. Most importantly, he knows the status women hold in our religion and he most certainly obeys that. He respects women with all his heart, his mother gets the credits. You'll be our family and that's a priority for me. I promise you if God forbid he does anything which goes against your principles, you don't have to worry much because your father is here to teach the hell out of him.

You're my daughter more before my son's wife. I made him learn enough of how to keep his partner happier than ever. I know he would never disappoint you and neither us. And if he does. It's his doom.

But let me also clear one thing that when he's stupid know that it's his mom's genes, not mine. I mean his smartness is on me but the difference is he doesn't use it much. But his appearance is mix of his parents. On point, isn't it?”

Zawal softly chuckled and nodded at her soon to be father in law, a shade of ketchup crept up her cheeks as wiping the corner of her eyes, she was glad the minimilst makeup was on and waterproof; cause there's gonna flow from a river to the ocean today, for sure.

Zaviyaar's lips curled into a warm smile as the tip of his finger strolled the bottom line of his beautiful shade of amber-brown eyes, his hands crossed against the soft fabric of grey thobe stretched at his chest, his eyes closed gratefully as he was thankful to Lord for having a perfect family for his baby sister. A family, by whom she'll be completed.

“Yes, Zaviyaar son, what do you say? You can trust your best friend and his family, you know.”

“I trust you guys more than me, Pops.” Zaviyaar smiled at the father figure, who returned the gesture and patted his shoulder. “So, are you ready, Beti?” Zawal again anxiously looked over her brother with million emotions at once in her eyes, Zaviyaar nodded at her asking to be calmed.

“Why don't we get everything ready downstairs as Zawal comes and join us a while?”

Zawal was left with her mixed emotions jumbled up in a room, she cautiously drank water and plopped another chocolate in her mouth as she walked circles in her room mentally preparing herself, something she's been doing from past one year.

I've to do this! Mom and Dad's blessings are making my prayers come true! Ya Allah, please just don't make me to do something embarrassing when the attentions in on me! Please! You know I'm bad at it handling it!
Please save me!

OH MY GOD!
WHAT IF DELIVERY GUY CHANGES HIS MIND AT THE I DO'S!? WHAT IF HE GETS TIRED OF MY COMPANY AFTER FEW DAYS OF OUR WEDDING!? WHAT IF HE UNLOVES ME TO LOVE SOMEONE ELSE!? UGH WHAT IF HE STILL LOVES HIS EX OR EXES I DON'T KNOW!? OHMGEE LORD, HELP ME! WHAT IF I'M IGNORING THE RED FLAGS—

“Zawal? Are you Okay? Let's go? It's time, already. I CAN'T WAIT FOR MY SHIP TO REACH THE SHORE? Jeez! STOP STUFFING MORE CHOCOLATES, You Little Chocochip! We don't want you to sugar high at the time of consent, do we?”

Zawal pulled a whining face as Zaira took over the entire box of chocolates away fakily tried scaring her with her wide onyx brown eyes, the bride hopelessly paced back and forth fidgeting her fingers to a point it would get tangled if she wouldn't stop.

“Wow, are you really pacing so fast in heels? You have them on or not?”

“Oh Yeshhh! I do have them on, I got my most favorite Manolo Blahnik heels on, Infact, I actually mastered in walking and even running in the–Bhabs! That didn't really help me in distracting, Ughh—”

“You have complete one... No.. One minute and fifteen seconds to get the shit out of the room or else I won't be waiting more and instead, call in everyone for your consent in this damn room. Is that clear, Zawal Iyad? I'll be waiting right outside.”

Zawal abruptly nodded her head affirmative at her sister in law almost death warning, which sounds something she could actually implement. Her Bhabs had a crazy side and this was the another dedicated threatening one, she witnessed for the first time.

Zaira closed the door behind her once again leaving Zawal with anxious stomach knots thoughts. “Your time starts now.” She heard from the other side and quickly reached the long wall mirror reflecting her elegance in a ethereal presence.

Soft blue swirled with dainty white wedding dress divinely cladded against her skin in a most gracious way possible as the fine pretty rhinestones by her shoulder making it way to her sleeves, the voilet soft blue hijab highly crowned her with pleasure.

She looked glamorous and gorgeously flawless.

“You've exactly 15 seconds, Bride.”

She took a deep breath clutching her dainty white with tinge of violet clutch which looked righteous with her magnificent dress, she secured her hijab one last time and grabbed wholesome of confidence she had. “You've got this, Zawal Iyad.” She chanted to herself and marched courages towards the door.

Her knees went wobbly with nervousnsss just as she was about to unlock the knob of her door, hopelessly she mustered up reminding herself of the moment she was waiting for, finally swaying the door open she found Zaira's advanced hand on its way to unlock the door.

Zawal confidently looked straight into her sister in law's eyes and step further before phrasing her words shocking the core of Zaira's entire excitement.

“The Nikkah ceremony can wait a little.”

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Zamar spritzed the collar of his thobe with the wiff of his richly cologne, he raked his gelled luscious shade of brown hair one last time to make it rot in its place. His gaze fell over his watch, there was still 15 minutes for their Nikkah as Zaryaab commanded him to stay in the room as he pleasuring will be comings to get the grom.

Taking that as a part of advantage, he fished out the phone from his pocket and clicked at the camera icon. Clicking a few pictures with his talented profile and fron various angles for his picture-perfect.

It couldn't be perfect without her.

He thought as a small smile crept up his lips, he slid the albums in his gallery making him reach their proposal video, he pleasingly smiled to himself and keenly watched the video as if it was interestingly new for him.

A soft knock on the room door interrupted him, as he paused the clip with a frown by his eyebrows as Zamar checked the time on his wristwatch. It was still 10 minutes left for the Nikkah? Or is it time already?

Nonetheless, Those grey eyes scrutinized in scepticism creating the way towards the door as his phone slid into his thobe pocket. His hand subconsciously raked his perfectly gelled hair rendering it a slight messier.

Zamar swiftly pulled the door and stood there in grace his soon to be wife, cheekily smiling at him. He was taken back with her surprise unexpected appearance, not to forget in her ethereal wedding dress.

His lips pursue to resist his irresistible smile which held the power to break him down in delighted tears beholding the sight of his bride in her wedding attire.

Zamar let out a chuckle, wondering how and when did the tables turn? How did their places are exchanged as she stood at the hallway side with him opposite to her?

“No, Delivery Guy. You are not on the wrong side.” Zawal's heavenly chortle rang in his ears and oh! how he wishes to listen to it on loop. Zamar bit his lip crossing his arms against his chest as his mesmerising eyes amusingly studied her as he cleared his throat to suppress his breathtaking smile.

“Yes Mi'lady, How may I help you? Wait. Do I even know you, Ms.Bride?”

“Ah, Yes. I actually lost my heart to this Delivery Guy, who also seems to be my Mr.Groom. Is there any chance he is here?”

“Oh, Let me check it once, please,” Zamar stated and turned back making his gaze roam 360° around the room and coming back to the beautiful lady in front of him, restraining her smile as she waits for him to continue. “Are you looking for him by 'any chance' ?” His voice sugar-coated the words as he points himself.

A stupid smile crept up her lips as she feasts her eyes with his stunning sight with his captivating aura in that attractive thobe enhancing his good looking features further but nothing could compare to the beauty of his heart. Ah! How lucky is she?

“Umm, Alright. I guess I'm okay with this one her—”

Even before Zawal could complete her words, she was pulled into the room in an instant and she was pressed against the closed door behind her.

Additional into the details, a firm hand was pressed against her lips taking her in surprise and shock. Her widened amber glinted green eyes stared at the guy before her, who seemed to be in an inspection with his furrowed eyebrows while he waited for someone outside the room to leave.

A breath of relief escaped his lips as he heard the footsteps subsiding. Slowly bringing his smokey grey iris to meet her expanded amber green pupils which he slowly took in the message and quickly retreated his hands.

“What the hell was that for?”

“Umm. I heard someone coming and you know.” Zawal rolled at eyes at him biting her smile under the frown on her lips. “We weren't the doing anything wrong, okay.” Zamar scratched his hair sheepishly and mentally smacked himself. “I know but. I mean, we aren't married yet, So.”

Zawal softly laughed at his desi stereotypes though he was right and it was Zamar, who rolled his eyes this time. “C'mon, it's because of Mom's and Zaarnish's old-school traditions. Also, You brother. I don't want to say my 'I Dos' with a busted lip.”

“Fair enough. You busted his lip, when you guys met after years.”

“Excuse Me? It's because that piece of shi–I mean Pluto, left me betrayed in the middle of the night.”

“God! You sound like a woman, who got  cheated by her boyfriend or husba–”

“Okay, you don't need to complete that.” Zamar retorted completely calm as if their proximity was normal and didn't affect him much. Who was he kidding to?

“Eager much?”

“Huh?” Zawal frowned staring at him and the stupid smirk dancing on his lips. Zamar raised his eyes in fake arrogance as his vicious smirk got wider with the moment as he rested his palm on the door over her shoulder and behind her.

“Eager much to see me? Zawal soon to be Alyan.”

Zawal's breath hitched for nth of her existence as her heart always responded with the same rapid heartbeats while her stomach stirred with nervousness and whatnot when his eyes stared deep in her soul.

“Answer The Delivery Guy, Bride.”

Her senses knocked in when she noticed Zamar's twitching lips suppressing a laugh. How could she always seems to forget he can read her mind. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what Mi'Lady?”

“Stop reading my thoughts and invading my privacy!”

“Not my fault. You're like an open book and I took courses for this.” Zamar shrugged and chucked a snicker as he withdrew his hands and again crossed against his chest as he softly smiled at her. “It's exactly five minutes for our Nikkah. Couldn't resist me much, Eh?”

“Huh. It's nothing like that. In fact, there's something I wanted to do. Before our Nikkah.”

    Zamar lips still carried the chaotic smile mixed with a confused frown patiently lingering his calculated eyes on her uncertain nervous gestures as she moist her lips, fidgeting her fingers. Her beautiful orbs restlessly looked around every corner of the room but didn't dare to meet his keen orbs.

He gulped the uneasiness and proceeded a step ahead, gently taking her clammy palm into his as he gave a light squeeze resulting in her drowning in his grey comforting smokes.

She could herself lose under his touch as he calmly blinked at her in solace. Zawal felt her heart at ease seeing the sincere affection wrapped up in his soft gaze waiting for her to let out her words.

His thumb slowly and soothingly caressed the surface of her soft bright skin over her cold knuckles. “What is it?” His rich raspy voice invaded her heart and soul as his other hand crawled up to gently grasp her jaw as she senselessly leaned against his hold.

“I've been intending to plan a proposal for you before our wedding day because you deserve one too, right? Ever since you proposed to me, I wanted to do something for you and unfortunately, I'm not as creative as you're and here I'm. A failure with no plans and a failure, who couldn't even clearly express her true feeling–”

“No Zawal, you're not or never will be a failure. To be honest, You're literally the greatest achievement of my life. I don't think there's anything purer than words to describe feelings. I had to bring my emotions into action because you obviously know how bad I'm with words.”

“And you still amuse me, every single time. And every moment of it makes me fall deeper in love with you. I Love You, Zamar Alyan.”

  Zamar stood openmouthed in his spot. He did expect her to express her feelings but the clear confession was completely surprising for him. He could feel the tears of joy pooled up in his smokey grey eyes as he gazed at the lady of his life with wholesome adoration and love.

His throat went dry when he still couldn't comprehend and give access to her truthful confession in his havoc mind. Lips in an ajar motion as words couldn't escape his tongue. His heart swelled with thriving calmness along with thrilling chaos.

Words finally billed upon his reaction and response. Zamar's lips parted to vocalise but the startling voice from the other side of knocking door them made them fall back in the world from the realm of the tale.

“Yo Mars, It's time for your doom–I mean your Nikkah, Manh.”

“Fuck you, Zaryaab.” Zamar's cursed under his breath gritting his teeth in annoyance as his lad interrupted his moment of love. Which reminds him of his bride, gaping at him in horror as slow realisation dawn upon panicking his nerves.

“Don't worry. Relax, it's just Zaryaab. He could use this against me but I'm sure he'll keep it cool–” Zamar's hushed voice paused as the couple heard another familiar voice.

“Where's Mars, Saturn?”

“Universe maybe, Pluto? Heeh, Just kidding. I don't know, Bro. This arsehole isn't opening the door nor replying to me. I mean, I did explain him the pros and cons ”

Their blood ran cold as they realised the other person was none other than the bride's brother. Zaviyaar Iyad. Terror swirled around their iris as they audibly gulped away the anxiety.

“Wait Ya, You Dumbass. He must be freshening up or something. Till that, I'll get Zawal from her room.”

Zawal wide-eyed stared at Zamar, who mirrored her expression. His mind quickly picked a pace to think of the possibilities that could smoothly rescue them.

“I'm telling you already that I'll not be escaping with any of the windows here! The hell, I've my wedding dress on!”

“Oh... Okay! I'll go out and waste my time distracting them and taking them downstairs. I want you to sneak out behind our back! You know the way to your room right? This farmhouse is a maze.” Zamar said in a hushed tone receiving a nod in reply. He coyly smiled at her looking straight into her beautiful eyes. “Great. See you at the Nikkah. Soon to be Mrs Zamar.”

   Zamar gave her a longing loving look as she returned it with the same compassion as a soft demure smile swayed against her lips. All this time, they didn't notice the hues of crimson layered on their cheekbones.

“You too. The Delivery Guy.”

He leaned in as his hand made its way up to the cheek that delivered her an adrenaline rush with her evident rapid heartbeats hammering against her chest as his lips tenderly made contact with her temple resulting in her closing her eyes to endure the moment as his soft lips linger over there for a while.

“I Love You A Gazillion Times More, Zawal Iyad.”

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"Zawal Iyad Daughter Of Zaker Iyad, Do You Hereby Accept Zamar Alyan, Son Of Zayed Aydin As Your Lawful Spouse With Alimony Of Fifty Lakhs?"

“I do.”

“I do.”

“I do.”

"Zamar Alyan Son Of Zayed Alyan, Do You Hereby Accept Zawal Iyad, Daughter Of Zaker Iyad As Your Lawful Spouse With Alimony Of Fifty Lakhs?"

“I do.”

“I do.”

“I do.”

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And there is it guys, end of
The Delivery Guy.

ALLAHUMDULLILAAAH!  ALLAHUMDULLILAAAH!
ALLAHUMDULLILAAAH!

It was exactly an year when I published the copyrights and aesthetics of this book! And  coincidencely or not, I wanted this book to end on the exact same date. Allahumdullilah I did. Yes Yes, there's still an epilogue left!

I still remember being a beginner and asking
mYsTeRyMe45 to write and give me the copyright thingy as I didn't know much about it those days. JazakAllahu Khair Sammy! ♡

My first ever book to get completed! Allahumdullilah! ♡
A random cliché of story I thought, when my brother was receiving his delivery order and there I was thinking, what if these delivery guys find their partner in these hours? And here comes a complete fiction on it!
Obviously, The Delivery Guy irl aren't like The Zamar Alyan!

Damn! I can't wait for this book to tag as completed! LAKXLSKSKAZKA!

THANKS A BUNCH TO EACH AND EVERYONE WHO CHOOSE TO READ THIS AND STAYED THROUGHOUT! We Love You Guys! ♡

Stay Tuned For Funloving Epilogue!

-MaLiha Mirza.

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